Ferra steps out of a shimmering veil of rainbow energy, wearing starlight. "I fixed the doom satellite! Time for ice cream." And another, similar veil settles around the scene, and lifts to show a fairly kitschy ice cream parlor, the only hint of how out of the way it is out the window where the cracked pavement and abandoned buildings. There's ice cream though, and Bode and Locker. "Well, I fixed the satellites, in general, there were too many so I replaced them with a resource-rich ring and believe me, balancing that with the moon's orbit so they're both stable took some work." She pauses, then grins. "How'd you guys do? Did it go well?"